When I was 11, my village came under attack. It was a very bad experience – I saw people dying, and some of them were children my age. Everyone just ran for their life into the bush. I couldn’t find my parents or any of my brothers or sisters, but I joined a group of other children and adults, and together we walked to Kenya, where we were put into a refugee camp in the desert. It was very dusty and windy there, but we built small houses to live in – the UN supplied poles and plastic, and we used . . .
When I was 11, my village came under attack. It was a very bad experience – I sa…
